Whoot!
Charrie Name: Camerun, “Chameleon”
Age: 30
Appearence: Tanned skin, hair braided back with a few stragglers forming a kind of fringe; colour is copper-ish. Average height but muscles are sculpted. Very plain clothes with pants having a few pockets and is a fan of desert scarfs. Sometimes wears a coat with three-quarter sleeves. Eyes look a bit… glassy. Wears gloves all the time.
Personality: A very calm person, sometimes socially awkward (in the sense of being very honest with no sugar coating). Having been a travelling merchant mostly, social interactions were few. Is working on fixing this though, to better fit into society. Seems very interested and curious about just about anything, and in fact has a sketchbook of creatures he’s seen on his earlier merchant travels.
Class: Something Else (?) currently a substitute teacher – if that’s okay?
Abilities: Uses elements/aspects to morph according to current needs (e.g. when traveling perhaps by night in the desert, being a pile of sand is very handy to not attract the attention of potential predators). Prefers to stay in “human” form though.
Limitations to Abilities: Staying too long in one simple form can have... undesirable consequences. Namely that if he stays too long in it, he will find it harder and harder to take on any other form - you might say he "sets" like a mold does. His human form seems to be very balanced and is thus exempted from this rule. Also, he can't counter the "set" effect by constantly shifting forms, as the shifting takes a lot of energy.
Weapons: Has a solar-powered laser/light emitter fitted to each fingertip of gloves - mostly to ward off rather than kill. Otherwise, having a morphing ability, changing hands or arm into blades or hammer-like forms can be useful too.
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So far things were going good. Camerun had succeeded in fitting in and even had a job as a substitute teacher... not bad for something that had had to teach itself how to be a human.
Some might have questioned why it decided to do this, but all "it" could think of was that it had gotten tired of aimlessly skulking around and wanted to do something with its life. Well, he would give this reason if anyone actually asked the question… but clients were only interested in prices and here in the city they didn’t seem to care, really. Oh well.
Right now he (as it had decided would be its “gender” and thus had a more masculine appearance) was on his way through the corridor, reading through a few files. His instructions were to keep the students busy and calm until further notice, same as the other teachers not busy at the gymnasium.
Of course, seeing what had actually happened in the gym would be more interesting, but being relatively new at the academy he didn’t have that privilege. All he knew was that apparently arrangements had been made to clear things out and the academy would then continue as normal.
He heard the ruckus coming from his currently assigned class and felt the excitement emitting from it. The absent teacher had informed him that it was a rowdy one, but he had given a few lessons before so the students knew him somewhat. Still, sometimes getting them disciplined enough to listen could be a tricky business since some “specials” thought themselves above the rules.
Someone sounded like they were trying to take control of the situation and as he entered the class with a placid yet serious look, he stood silently as a paper plane hit his forehead. The class fell silent, apart from a few lingering conversations. He noticed the students looked expectantly at him.
“Now that I have your attention.” He said as he walked to the teacher’s desk, and plopped the files there.
“I know you’re all wondering about the rumours going around and so on, and I don’t have the answers. I do know that they are busy with the situation and in the meantime, we carry on with classes.”
Some students replied with disappointment and “booo”s but Camerun remained unfazed.
“Tell you all what, to make it interesting we’ll discuss what we know about husks, since they’re such a hot topic today.” He moved to the black board and drew a quick, and accurate, sketch of what an average husk looked like.
“Who knows what they can do? Their group structures? Habits?”
He now looked at them expectantly…
… and knew this might be a long day.